Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 730: Are you sure you want to drag them into this?

"I didn't do it! I'm being framed! It was Atlas!" Sven yelled, his voice echoing in the

interrogation room. He slammed his hands against the metal table, making his cuffs and chains rattle. But he didn't stop, continuing to rage and deny the accusations against him.

"I said it's not me!" Sven roared, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Can anyone hear me?! I said I'm being framed! Where's my lawyer?! I know someone is in that mirror!"

Sven glared at the mirror, knowing someone was watching him. "Do you think this is funny?! I said I didn't do anything! I'm innocent-this is a setup! I said this is a setup_"

"Now, now, please calm down, Mr. Sven Bennet."

Sven stopped when a detective walked into the interrogation room, carrying a small laptop. He snapped his eyes to the man, desperation flickering across his face.

"Detective, I didn't do it, okay? I was set up!" Sven leaned closer to the table, panic tightening his voice.

"Well, if you want to give me your statement, can I set up my laptop first?" the detective asked.

"I'm telling you!" Ignoring the detective's calmness and laziness, Sven pounded his fists on the table. "I'm telling you, I'm being set up! I didn't do it!"

"Okay..." The detective nonchalantly set up his laptop, his fingers moving deliberately slowly. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was a patient, okay?!" Sven patted his chest in a panic. "If you don't believe me, then check my records! I tried to kill myself because of the stress and humiliation Atlas put me through. He's been jealous of me, so he's trying to bring me down by doing this!"

The detective nodded, typing at a leisurely pace, as if he was less than thrilled by the task. "And then? If you tried to kill yourself, why did you change into a nurse's outfit to get into Mr. Allen's room? How did that happen?"

"Atlas did it!"

side. "From the evidence we gathered, Mr. Atlas Bennet

went blank, and the detective

and sighed, glancing at the mirror before focusing on

see... your story doesn't match the evidence," the detective said. "It's full of holes, and instead of clearing anything up, it just makes you seem more guilty. Why

attempted suicide, so you'd be taken to the same hospital where you could carry out your wicked

jumbled. "No, that's not..." He trailed off, his breath hitching.

"A phone?"

need my lawyer

his head slightly. "Okay," he said. "Your lawyer is already

I'm not saying another

don't

time, Sven didn't respond. The detective tried a few more times to

the detective sighed, leaning back

Knock, knock.

lawyer is here," an officer said, peeking

I'm coming. Let him in." The detective nodded, casting Sven a look. "Mr Bennet, let me tell you something. If you have anything say,

as he left. At the same time, a middle-aged man in a

him.

have to get me out of here." Sven's first words were laced with desperation. "I'm being set up,

my phone.

what are

calming himself. This man was his only hope of getting out. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "What I'm

before leaning